222: Chapter 222 Linglong Comes to the Door

Three days later, Hundred Flowers Peak.

Hundred Flowers Peak was located in the southwest corner of the Moonshadow Sect, not far from Houde Peak.

In three days, the mountain had already begun to take shape.

The original Disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect had been settled here, and under the steady guidance of Junior Martial Uncle Ling Ling, they began to adapt to their new environment.

The Disciples of the Moonshadow Sect were full of curiosity about their new fellow Sect members.

"Senior Sister Xiao, Senior Sister Yun!"

Several young outer Sect female Disciples surrounded Xiao Chan, who had just returned from cultivating at the Golden Lotus Workshop on Panlong Peak, and Yun Suyi, who had just come out of the Tianxiang Pavilion on Qihuang Peak.

Xiao Chan's temperament was gentle and calm; her delicate jade feet, wrapped in plain white silk socks, stepped onto the bluestone path, and through the side slit of her light green gauze dress, her jade legs were faintly visible.

Facing their inquiries, she smiled slightly: "Junior Sisters, is something the matter?"

Yun Suyi, dressed in an apricot-yellow wide-sleeved dress, also looked at the inquiring Disciples with a smile.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister, what is the background of those new female cultivators on Hundred Flowers Peak? They all seem to have impressive cultivation and extraordinary temperaments!"

A round-faced female Disciple asked curiously.

Those Disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect who had survived that Sect-destroying battle mostly had cultivation at the Nascent Soul Stage or above, with some even at the Soul Transformation Stage.

Xiao Chan answered gently: "Those are the female cultivators from the original Hundred Flowers Sect. Now that they have just arrived and are residing on this peak, they are managed by Junior Martial Uncle Ling Ling."

Yun Suyi added: "The Sect's rules treat everyone equally. If they want to officially join the Sect and share core resources, they must also pass the trials of the Nine-Turn Corridor or the Ten Thousand Flower Heavenly Steps. In the future, we should all look out for one another."

Hearing this, the other Disciples looked enlightened.

Just then, a moon-white figure drifted over, stepping on the air with bare feet, the golden bells on her ankles tinkling softly. It was none other than Yu Linglong.

Her charming face carried a trace of laziness. Her peach-blossom eyes swept over the crowd and finally landed on Xiao Chan and Yun Suyi.

"Do you know… where your Sect Master is right now?" she asked.

Xiao Chan bowed slightly and replied respectfully: "Replying to Elder Linglong, this Disciple passed by Tianyuan Peak yesterday and seemed to see the Sect Master heading towards Lingshuang Pavilion. I don't know about today…"

Yu Linglong had stayed in the Sect for a period of time, so she was naturally recognized. It was said that Elder Hua Youyou had even received guidance from her.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of light passed through Yu Linglong's peach-blossom eyes, and she nodded: "Thanks."

Her figure turned into a stream of light and flew straight towards the direction of Lingshuang Pavilion on Tianyuan Peak.

Deep within Tianyuan Peak, Lingshuang Pavilion.

Inside an elegant chamber of the pavilion, the floor was paved with warm jade. The air was filled with a crisp, clear scent like melting ice and snow, yet it was mixed with a faint, cloying lingering fragrance.

Ling Hao was dressed only in a loose inner robe, leaning lazily against the soft couch by the window. Sunlight spilled in through the carved window lattice.

On the carpet beside the soft couch, a few pieces of messy clothing were scattered. The most conspicuous were two pairs of ice-silk stockings crumpled into a ball.

On the cloud bed in the inner chamber, Yu Lingshuang was wrapped in a soft cloud brocade quilt, her cold, clear face currently serene and peaceful, obviously still in deep sleep.

Yu Linglong's figure landed in the courtyard outside Lingshuang Pavilion. Looking at the tightly closed pavilion door and listening to the steady breathing faintly coming from inside, a mischievous look appeared on her charming face.

She did not knock on the door, but instead leaned lazily against a spiritual plum tree in the courtyard, tapping her bare feet lightly, the golden bells emitting a delicate, crisp sound, as if she were admiring the scenery.

A moment later, the chamber door opened, and Ling Hao's figure appeared at the entrance. His clothes were already neat, and his handsome face carried a trace of helplessness at being disturbed, his gaze falling on the moon-white figure in the courtyard.

"I shouldn't have disturbed the Sect Master, right?"

Yu Linglong turned her head, her peach-blossom eyes slightly raised: "It seems our Sect Master has been 'working hard' quite a lot last night."

Ling Hao glanced at her and said unceremoniously: "Elder Linglong, you've graced us with your presence, what advice do you have? You didn't come all this way just to disturb someone's sleep, did you?"

Yu Linglong straightened her body and lazily stretched, the curves of her figure accentuated beneath her ru-skirt.

Three days ago, after leaving the Sect Main Hall, she found that Ling Hao had said he was guiding his little Disciple, but he was nowhere to be seen in the entire Sect.

Upon asking, those Disciples said he might have entered a grotto-heaven?

A grotto-heaven! A grotto-heaven! She had previously wanted to see what his grotto-heaven was like, and what the difference was between the grotto-heaven of a Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator and that of a Void Refinement Stage cultivator. But he wouldn't let her go in and take a look—how hateful!

As for now, a blush flashed across Yu Linglong's face. She lowered her head and swept a glance over her smooth jade feet: "My Golden Lotus Dao Body… the Origin seems to have a slight ailment, and I need to borrow your Chaos Qi."

Ling Hao's gaze followed her line of sight and landed on that pair of jade feet, which could be called a masterpiece of creation. The delicate and exquisite arches of her feet were taut with a graceful curve, the fine skin like top-quality mutton-fat jade, glowing with a warm luster under the sunlight. Her ten jade toes were round and cute, her nail polish bright and dripping with color. Her ankles were slender, with golden bells hanging lightly.

Mixed with the body fragrance carried on the breeze, it was a feast for the senses? It was truly appetizing.

Ling Hao's mouth hooked into a playful arc, and he stretched his body: "Coincidentally, I was about to go to the hot springs at the Golden Lotus Workshop on Panlong Peak to soak and relax my muscles and bones. You… do you want to come along?"

Yu Linglong felt the soles of her feet itch slightly under his gaze. She forced herself to remain calm, even carrying a trace of provocation: "…Why wouldn't I dare? Besides, since the Sect Master has invited me, how could I refuse?"

Panlong Peak, deep within the Golden Lotus Workshop.

A hot spring pool shrouded in natural spiritual mist and Formations. The pool water was spiritual liquid containing pure water essence and faint traces of Chaos Qi. The swirling water vapor permeated the air, carrying the fresh scent of vegetation.

Ling Hao was already soaked in the pool, leaning against the pool wall, eyes closed to rest.

"Just soak for a while first."

Yu Linglong stepped into the shallow water area by the pool with her bare feet. The warm spring water enveloped her, causing her to hum softly in comfort.

She hesitated for a moment, then, following Ling Hao's request, sat on the edge of the pool, letting the spring water flow over her ankles, slowly immersing those jade feet completely into the water.

The water rippled. Beneath the clear spiritual liquid, the jade feet appeared even more crystal clear. The bright red nail polish was even more dazzling under the refraction of the water, and the arc of her tensed foot arches was full of tension.

After a while, Ling Hao opened his eyes, admiring this beautiful scene, his gaze deep.

"Let's begin."

Yu Linglong nodded slightly, closed her eyes, and tried hard to concentrate on sensing the Origin at the soles of her feet, attempting to ignore that burning gaze.

Ling Hao stretched out his hands and gently grasped her left and right ankles.

Yu Linglong shuddered, her toes curling subconsciously.

"Relax."

Ling Hao said softly. With a thought, spiritual power containing Chaos Qi was channeled through his palms.

Unlike the urgency of the last time when the severe pain flared up, this healing process seemed calm and… filled with silent ambiguity.

Ling Hao's fingers began along her slender ankles, pressing and kneading with moderate force.

The pads of his thumbs slid across the sensitive inner side of her ankle bones. Yu Linglong's breathing instantly quickened, and the golden bells on her ankles emitted a faint tremor. She held back from making a sound, but her slightly bitten lower lip revealed her state of mind.

Then, Ling Hao's palms wrapped around the soles of her feet, his fingertips pressing in circles on the tender skin of the soles.

The warm spring water, the infiltration of spiritual power, and the kneading with the scent of Chaos Qi—the triple stimulation combined made Yu Linglong feel as if a small flame had been ignited on the soles of her feet. It was numb and itchy, and that indescribable sense of comfort rushed straight to her heart.

"Mm…"

She couldn't help but let out a soft groan. In that irrepressible moan, there was coquettishness, comfort… and everything in between.

Ling Hao's movements did not stop, and a triumphant smile rose at the corners of his mouth.

His fingers moved upwards along the curve of her arches, Ling Hao meticulously combing through every inch of her meridians. His knuckles occasionally brushed against her round heels, bringing even stronger stimulation to Yu Linglong.

Yu Linglong's body trembled slightly, her toes stretching and curling, creating provocative ripples under the clear water. Her cheeks were already flushed with red, and fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, sliding down mixed with the hot spring vapor.

The cinnabar tear mole at the corner of her right eye appeared exceptionally enchanting and moving under the infiltration of the flush and sweat. She wanted to say a few words to ease this damn ambiguous atmosphere, but found her throat dry, leaving her speechless for a moment.